When nobody fears for me
I shall hit the road again
When nobody´s sleepless nights
are caused by my dismay
When nobody´s priceless price
compares to hers —who gave me life
Nine months spent along the road
I cried back then when I got home
Too much stuff piled up to dust
mugs old bikes all mould and rust
Shitty rhymes just can´t describe
what´s to live when you´re to die

Cold turkey? 😉
Beautiful writing btw 😘😘😘
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Thanks! I found a rough version of this among my writings. I’ve reread all my stuff for an article I’ve been invited to write 😉
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